Friday, May 18th, 2012
Adrianne Salmon wags a finger at yummy mummies.
I recently came upon a lovely little program called Hotter than my Daughter.
The show delves (very shallowly) into a mother/daughter relationship, where the mother is a ‘cougar’, one of the yummy mummies, and is dressed in less than her daughter.
Unfortunately, any real issues get glossed over with an all repairing makeover sequence but I still enjoyed that half hour of my life.
It did make me think though, I was lucky enough to grow up in a home where my maternal figure stayed fully clothed (thanks mom!), so I never really quite understood the need for women in their middle age to attempt to be 18 again. The power of youth is completely romanticised, a ‘grass is greener’ ideal.
If you took a walk around 3 am on a cold Saturday night you’d see the doors of the clubs spilling out girls in clothing built for tropical weather, shoes that weren’t walkable and spray tans that resemble orange juice cartons.
It reminds me of the scene in the animated Bambi, where he is trying to walk on the ice and keeps falling. It’s all a bit of a mess, really.
So when I flipped on my television and saw these self proclaimed yummy mummies doing the exact same thing, I thought, ‘Since when was eating chips and cheese at four in the morning glamorous and enviable?’
I hope by the time I am their age I don’t feel the need to go out in next to nothing and get ogled by some drunk dudes. I am hoping by the time I get there I’ll have learned that there’s a little more to life than what’s written in Cosmo magazine (Put that bat shit crazy ‘advice’ magazine down!)
Until then, I hope they keep making shows like Hotter than my Daughter, because despite it spiking my feminism, I do love trashy television.
Do you ever feel like knocking back the years or are you comfortable being an over 40? Comments please.
Adrianne Salmon, a regular wowdewow blogger, is Canadian which might explain a few things…
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Tags: Bambi, cougars, hotter than my daughter, ogled, power of youth, spray tans, trashy television, yummy mummies
Adrianne, you are totally correct, that TV program is decidedly tragic. Though, now I fall in to that 40 something category, I have no desire to be ogled, overly fake tanned, wear 18 something fashion or stumble out of night club wearing my underwear as outer wear, but I do have a huge desire to grow old disgracefully!